Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Thursday, August 25, 2011

I'm Distracted

I sat down to do a little blog post about the busy beginnings to the school year, but Kate is watching one of my favorite movies, and I can't even concentrate.  Anyone want to venture a guess?

"For Heaven's Sake!  Can't a girl get a word in edge-wise?  After all, they're my public, too!!"

"What's the matter?  Am I dumb or something?"

"What do you know about it, you... you piano player!  Are you anybody??"

"Now that I know where you live, I'd like to see you home!"

"Then everybody was a dope."

"Well of course we talk!  Don't everybody?"

"I...I...I make more money than, than Calvin Coolidge!  PUT TOGETHER!!"







OK, I have to go.  I gotta watch....

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Monday, August 22, 2011

WARNING: There is a new post here.

Don't fall out of your chair or have a heart attack or anything, but I think I'm going to put up a new post today!  After a month of recovery from vacations and Girls' Camp, I feel ready to rejoin the blogging world.  Why now, you ask?

Well, because today I cried.  I started crying just before midnight, and I cried off and on all night, and I've cried several times this morning, and it's not even noon yet!  (What a pansy!)

I cried because my beautiful baby girl is starting her senior year of high school.  And she's so lovely and smart and she's doing amazing things--I just don't know what happened to the last seventeen years.

I cried because my little round-headed bundle of fishing joy started middle school today.  He's tall and he has a little mustache (which gratefully he shaves off every few days), and his voice is low and he's not a little boy any more.

I cried because my little Isaac, my baby, went riding down the street on his bike, all alone, no older siblings with him, to be the last Cutchins left at the elementary school.  He couldn't sleep last night and wanted me to cuddle with him, so I did.  How many more chances will I have?  I sang him the lullabies that I haven't sung for years, and I stayed with him until he fell asleep.  This morning, Wade said, "Wow.  It's weird to have him going, and I'm not going with him."  Tell me about it, Wade!!

And now I'm crying because we just got a letter from our missionary boy.  He said he's sorry he's not here to help Dennis with some work we're doing around the house.  He said he feels bad that he's been busy all week helping others, and his Dad is at home working alone.  (Who are you and what did you do with my son??)  He also said he really misses being able to talk to us and ask us our advice.  He said, "You just don't realize how important something is until you don't have it anymore."  And I caught a glimpse of the mature adult that seems to be taking the place of the handsome, eager, but immature young man that we sent out nearly two years ago.

These happy tears sting just a little because HOLY COW when did my children get to be so old?  When did I get to be so old?  (Insert Tevye singing "Sunrise, Sunset...")  I love that I've had all these years to nuture them and take care of them, but I realize that now I'm going to have to learn new ways to be a mom, because they just don't need the same things that they used to.  And it's kind of cool.

Although, I have to confess, it felt really, really good to sing those old bedtime songs.  I guess I need to do that more often, just for old times' sake.